He was beside her, looking at him, forgetting everything.

"It would be nice if time could be reversed." An Yuran said softly, with a hint of regret in her tone.

The next day, the sunlight slowly reflected in the room, the white curtains fluttered with the wind, and the warm wind swept in, constantly invading Mu Xiaoran's body like a naughty child. She felt a slight coldness, shrunk back, turned sideways, found a warm place and clung to it, and continued to sleep.

Her little hand touched the warmth in front of her, soft, but also a little strange touch. Mu Xiaoran vaguely remembered that there shouldn't be anything warm on his **. Could it be that her dinner was still hot yesterday?

Suddenly, Mu Xiaoran opened his eyes, and the pupil that greeted him was An Yuran on the upper body of ****.

She looked down at the quilt and reached out to cover her body quickly.

Mu Xiaoran looked down at his little vest and shorts, and suddenly wanted to cry without tears. Damn it! She shouldn't have been drunk and came to a newspaper bully to take a bow, right?

Mu Xiaoran looked down at his body, and he didn't notice anything wrong.

But...... Why would she stay with An Yuran...... What about the same place?

She looked up at her surroundings, this was An Yuran's home...... Then it's normal for him to stay here. Mu Xiaoran shook his head and shook off such thoughts.

Mu Xiaoran, what are you thinking? It's not normal at all.

An Yuran is in the same room as herself! It's the same room! Mu Xiaoran hugged her head and cried tears, with a bitter gourd face, she couldn't think of anything again.

An Yuran raised his hand and scratched his head, waking up from a half-dream, his unsquinting eyes looked a little enchanting under the sunlight, and his gaze stayed on Mu Xiaoran's body and never moved away.

He witnessed the change in the expression on Mu Xiaoran's face and smiled lightly.

An Yuran's laughter reached Mu Xiaoran's ears, which made her even more frightened.

"Yu Ran, we ...... Should...... won't ......" Mu Xiaoran smiled awkwardly, gesturing but couldn't say a complete sentence.

An Yuran looked at Mu Xiaoran's cute side, and had a small impulse in her heart, the urge to play tricks on her.

His finger was against his lips, and he smiled softly and looked even more enchanting, "How can I be willing to touch you?" A lazy voice rang out.

Then, he got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Mu Xiaoran sat sluggishly as if he had been struck by lightning, unable to digest An Yuran's words at all.

How did she feel that this sounded a little awkward?

Yu Ran is reluctant to move her? Isn't this saying that the person who moved him is himself?

Mu Xiaoran kept rolling on the **, his head was blank, and he wanted to recall the events of last night, sometimes accompanied by the sound of wolves crying and ghosts.

An Yuran stayed in the bathroom, and the sound of the water couldn't hide Mu Xiaoran's scream, and he laughed even happier.

In fact, nothing happened last night, and when he wanted to leave, Mu Xiaoran suddenly grabbed his hand, kept saying cute things like a child, and regarded herself as her favorite fur doll.

So he was cuddled and slept by her as a fur doll all night.

He originally wanted to stay awake all night, but he was so hard to beat the sleeping insects that he fell asleep unconsciously.

As for An Yuran's **** upper body, it is entirely because of her fault. Mu Xiaoran poured a lot of wine, and when he returned to the house, he couldn't settle down, so he spit directly on him.